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P.S. It gets pretty graphic… just a warning to my younger readers!

Whatever Will Be, Will Be

Chapter Four: Her Guardian Angel, Part Two

Hermione's POV

I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks; cold, wet, sloppy… uncontrollable. They were nice though, they made me realize I could still control my own body. I wasn't sobbing or weeping, I wasn't making sad noises or sniffing my nose. I was just crying. A slight tremble filled my body that impaired my handwriting and made it slightly wavy, but I kept in under control. It wasn't illegible or sloppy, just slightly off, barley noticeable.

To me, anyways.

Soft murmurs and whispers had once gone on throughout the library about me, people would come up and ask if I was alright, or if there was something I needed to talk about, and that they could help. I would just smile and shake my head and tell them some bogus story that I had made up on the spot. And then they'd leave. And that was it.

But now that was in the past, the murmurs had stopped.

A few of them knew the truth about the reason I cried, or, at least the gist. And those of them that did, they kept their mouths shut. For me, I guessed. It was just harder when the subject was brought up.

Draco was great, really. It's just sometimes I upset him, nothing big. People get upset, it's a natural human emotion, it's not a crime or anything. And by Draco getting upset and taking it out on me, it made me realize how much he cared about me, because he was willing to share his emotions and feelings with me.

But then… then there were those times when I would wonder. I would wonder what it would be like to have a relationship with someone who didn't get upset and hurt me. It was my own personal fairy tale, you could say. One of those things you would always dream about but never get, and that's just how things were.

Gasps and awes sounded throughout the library, causing me to look up to see what all the fuss was about. But I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, other than girls drooling and men shaking their head in sheer utter jealousy. But besides that, nothing.

"Weird," I mumbled to myself as I shook my head while looking back down to the book and parchment in front of me.

And that's when I heard them; heard footsteps walking casually in my direction. But again, I didn't think anything of it, and so my attention remained focused on where it ought to be. In my studies.

At first it was settle, brief. I could feel his eyes on me, studying me, really. It wasn't eerie or bothersome, but noticeable. And so, being like any other curious girl, I looked up.

"Vhy are you crying?" Viktor Krum asked softly with a look of sadness, tenderness and curiosity on his face.

"I um… I got something in both my eyes," I lied pathetically, "These books, they can be rather dusty. And it… it irritates my eyes." I told him before self-consciously looking back down at my work in front of me.

He took a moment to study me before responding. "Vhat is your name?" He asked softly.

"Um, Hermione Granger." I told him weakly as I looked back up at him.

"Vell, Hermione Granger… you are a terrible liar."

"You're not wrong." I laughed softly, "Anyways, I already know who you are, obviously… so we can just skip that introduction." I said softly before setting down my quill and closing my eyes, "Look, I know I am being really rude to you, and I have no reason to do that. You have been nothing but kind to me, saving my life twice! When you didn't have to. So, I am sorry, and, thank you." I smiled as I opened my eyes to look back up at him.

He leaned towards me from across the table and whispered in a near mute silence, "You are velcome, Hermione." He then leaned back in his chair and folded his arms stiffly across his chest, all the while keeping his eyes on me.

I slowly picked my quill back up and carried on with my work, scribbling the parchment with shallow amounts of ink as I read deeper and deeper into my book.

"Hermione," His voice startled me, causing me to jolt my hand and send my bottle of ink pouring out onto my work, "You're such a bloody klutz… can't you ever do anything without causing a mess?" Draco asked as he plopped down beside me, obviously oblivious to the muscular Bulgarian sitting just across the secluded table.

"You scared me…" I told him softly as I began dabbing at the spilled ink with a piece of clean, unused parchment.

"Obviously," He huffed, "Anyways, I needed t- crying again?" He asked with annoyance, "Really Hermione? I thought we talked about this already."

"I'm not crying… it's the dust." I lied.

"Lying… again?" He fumed.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," I apologized, "I just didn't want to worry you."

"Worry me?" He asked with a laugh, "The only thing that worries me is your pathetic behavior and lack of brains."

"I'm so-"

"Is there a problem here?" Viktor asked as he leaned forward, causing Draco and I to look in his direction.

"Oh, Krum, I didn't even see you there!" Draco sang out.

"Clearly." Viktor stated, "Now, vould you please answer my question… is there a problem between you two?" He asked, "And try your best not to lie, please."

"Problem?" Draco asked innocently, "No, no problem. I was just about to escort Hermione here back to her common room is all, her friends were looking for her."

"I see. So you vere just going to take her there and then be on your vay?" Viktor asked as he folded his arms across the table.

"Yes, that sounds accurate." Draco smiled before looking back at me, "Come Hermione, let's get your stuff together and I'll come clean this up for you later. Your friends are waiting for you, don't want to worry them." He told me in a lie so sly that it was only I who could pick up on it.

"Okay," I said simply as I pulled myself away from the bench and watched as Draco swiftly gathered my things for me. My eyes looked up only once and met Viktor's, he was looking at me with a gentle intensity that I couldn't quite read the meaning for. But regardless of purpose, I looked away from him and drew my attention to the safety of the ground beneath me.

"Alright, I've got everything." Draco told me quickly as he reached out to snatch my hand harshly in his, "Come on love." He commanded as he pinched my fingers beneath his, causing sheer agonizing pain to circulate up to elbow.

"See you later Krum." Draco waved with his hand full of books and papers.

Krum nodded once as we made our way quickly from my sanctuary of the library.

My books made a thick crashing noise as they were slammed violently to the floor of the abandon supply room, the parchment fluttered peacefully as they made soft crinkle noises on their descend to the ground. I watched them with intensity, focusing all of my attention to their movements as Draco passed back and forth angrily with his hand covering his mouth.

"What were you talking about?" He finally asked after several suspending moments of silence, "With Krum, what were you talking about?" He stammered, "And don't you dare lie to me." His soft whisper cut into my like knives.

"Nothing," I told him hoarsely, "We weren't talking at all."

"I said…" He began as he rushed his way over to me, "… DON'T LIE TO ME!" He bellowed allowed as he pounded his fist to the wall behind me.

"I- I- I'm not," I stuttered, "I was just working… he was just sitting at the same table."

"Oh really?" He whispered with intense authority, "And why is it that I don't believe you?" He wondered.

"Please," I begged, "I'm telling the truth… I've nothing to hide so why would I be lying? Just let me go to bed… please." I pleaded with weary, wet eyes.

"Okay," he nodded with a wicked grin on his face, "You want to go to bed Hermione?" He asked as he slid his hand down the length of my hair.

"Yes," I stammered nervously.

"Alright, my love, you can go to bed." He told me as he released his touch from me, "Go on, lie down." He commanded me as he pointed to an old dusky couch planted firmly in the far corner of the room.

"Wh- what?" I asked him as I looked slowly back and forth between him and the couch.

"You said you wanted to go to bed, and so do I." He told me as he bit his bottom lips and looked at me with a serious and determined expression, "So go over to that couch, and take your clothes off."

"Draco," My breathing had picked up as my mind went to panic mode, "Draco… no," I shook my head, "Just let me go to my common room… I want to be with my friends."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry," He apologized with a pathetic try at showing sympathy, "But, I really want to shag you, but you're being rather difficult, so looks like we'll both have to wait a bit longer to get what we want."

"Dra-"

"Shh," He told me as he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to mine, "Shh, I wasn't finished yet. So just shut up, and let me say my piece." He ordered, "Kay?"

I nodded.

"I said I want to shag you, 'Mione, and quite honestly, I always get what I want. And what I want from you, right now, is for you to get your ass over to that couch, and strip for me. But do it slowly, I want you to build up the tension for me." He told me in the most seductive way he could, "And then, once you are bare, I want you to run your hand along the outside of my trousers and grab me, and I want you to massage me for a bit to really get me going. And then kiss my dick through my pants, even run your tongue along me if you like. Then I am going to take off my shirt and belt, and let you take care of the rest. When you take off my pants, I want you to tease me, really let my stay worth while, you know? I want you to grab my cock and rub it with your bare hands and I want you to stick it in your mouth and suck it for a few minutes." He moaned, taking my wrist in his hand and forcing my hand down to his sex, "Feel that?" He asked with a grin, "I'm getting hard already just thinking about this."

I pulled my hand away from him with as much force I could muster.

He laughed softly and then went on with his sick little fantasy, "And then I want you to shove me down onto to couch, and I want you to climb on top of my and kiss me. Then, once we are both out of breath, I want you to take my dick in your hand and rub it for a few minutes. Then stick it in your pussy and fuck me."

I turned my head away from him and closed my eyes and whispered, "Please, just let me go to my common room." I begged as a small tear found its way from behind my eyelid and traveled slowly down my cheek.

"No, you are going to do as I tell you." He told me as he grabbed onto the side of my hair and pulled it tightly, causing me to call out in pain, "I said I always get what I want, so shut up and give me what I've asked for."

"No." I told him softly.

"What did you just say to me?" He sounded shocked as his eyes winded towards me.

I inhaled a deep breath of fear and confidence and repeated myself, "I said no." I told him again.

"You stupid slut!" He barked as he planted his fist into my jaw, which sent me reeling down the length of the wall with a large thud! as I hit the ground, "Stupid, stupid, little tease!" He called out as he ripped me from the ground by my hair and dragged me over to the couch, "Now do as I say!" He demanded as he tossed me onto the dust eaten couch, "I'm not asking again! Strip you cow!"

"No!" I screamed as I looked up at him with tear streaked cheeks, "Let me go!" I cried as he climbed on top of me and began tearing at my clothing, "Get off! Please! Stop!" I sobbed as I fought and thrashed against him for freedom.

"Stop moving!" He shouted before slapping his palm across my cheeks, "Stay still!" He told me.

"No!" I told him weakly, "Get off of me! Stop! Please! Please don't do this!" I begged as he ripped through my shirt and began fondling my breasts, "Stop!" I cried.

"SHUT UP!" He bellowed before decking my left cheekbone with his clenched fist.

I cried out in pain as my head whipped to the side, "Please stop!" I cried with my eyes tightly shut, "Don't do this Draco! Please stop!"

Draco let out a sudden and surprised gasp as his body was ripped from mine, "What the hell!" He called out as I pulled myself as far back into the corner as I could.

"Ugh!" He cried out as the mysterious figure bashed his fist against Draco's gut, "Stop!" Draco called out as he began squirming backwards, but all too soon his request was rejected a another blow found it's was to Draco's shoulder. "OW!" He called out as he clasped his shoulder with his hand, "Stop!" He cried, "Please stop!"

"Isn't that vhat Hermione asked?" The familiar Bulgarian asked with clear rage, "But did you stop?" He asked, "Vell, did you!" He shouted.

"Please!" Draco pleaded, "We were just having fun!"

"Holding down Hermione as she is begging for you to stop, that is fun!" Viktor bellowed in rage before slamming his fist into Draco's gut.

"Please stop!" Draco cried.

"You disgusting bastard! You didn't stop vhen Hermione asked you, did you! So vhy should I listen to you!" I watched from my nest on the couch with my knees pulled up tight against my chest with tears streaming down my cheeks.

"STOP!" Draco bellowed with his face protected my his hands, "PLEASE!"

"Go," Viktor told him with malice, "Go now before I change my mind." He demanded as he backed away from Draco, "GO!"

Draco nodded his head wildly before scampering up to his feet and running as fast as he could away from the broad Bulgarian, who stood stiffly as he watched him struggle to open the door, which slammed shut softly behind him.

I sat trembling on the couch as I watched Viktor slowly turn to face me, it was dark but I could still see the expressions on his face clearly: pain, frustration, anger, guilt, rage, sadness…

He slowly walked over to me as his fierce disposition turned to protectiveness and concern.

"Thank you." I mumbled softly through strained sobs, "For saving me again." I stammered.

He Didn't say anything, instead he just dropped to his knees in front of me and gently placed his hand onto my face, "You're hurt." He noticed as he examined the fresh bruising across my cheeks.

"It doesn't hurt so bad," I told him, "I can really feel it any- anymore."

"You need to go to the nurse," He told me softly, "I'll take you, can you valk?"

I shook my head slowly, "No…" I whispered as I looked down at my hands which were shaking uncontrollably.

"Then I vill carry you," He told me gently as he reached out and slid one of his arms around my back as the other slid beneath the pit of my knees.

I looked up at him with disbelieving thankfulness and wrapped an arm around his neck and cupped my hands together. He looked at me for a few brief moments before asking in a whisper, "Am I hurting you?"

I shook my head slowly and told him, "No," In a near mute whisper.

As he slowly stretched himself back up to his feet I tightened my arm around him and cradled my head against the crook of his neck, "It's alright," He told me reassuringly, "I have you… you are safe." I immediately and trustingly loosened my hold around him as he began walking gracefully towards the door.

"Alright dear," Madam Pomfrey said with a small smile, "You're alright then? Comfortable?" She asked as she softly patted her hand against my knee.

I nodded as I looked up at her from with weak eyes and whispered, "Yes, thank you."

She nodded sympathetically before walking off and vanishing behind a softly illuminated doorway, leading to the nurses quarters.

"If you are alright, I vill be on my vay to bed." Viktor told me once Madam Pomfrey had gone. He then stood and began to slowly walk away from my bed, and that's when I softly called to him.

"Viktor?" I asked nervously, "Can you… stay here… with me, tonight, please?"

He stopped in his tracks and turned back to face me. And without saying anything he seated himself back in the chair, and folded his arms comfortably in his lap. He watched me contently and whispered, "Sleep Hermione, I vill not leave your side."

And I closed my eyes, and I slept.

TBC